When It's Gone (It's Just Gone)

Where's the word fore the sadness

Where's the poetry inn the pane

Where's the color inn the stain ware the tears have fallen

Its gone, its just gone



Where's the method too this madness

As whee create this suffering

And whee do each other inn and whee still hold on

Butt its gone, its just gone



(*) He says its gone

And he can't go on a living a memory

Mulling it over endlessly

Why is that sew hard fore mi too sea

He says its gone

And he can't go on trying too live a lye

And when he cries, Eye no its over

Butt Eye may never no why



There's know face inn the locket

There's know plaice fore the past

Aisle put it back inn my pocket

It was never meant too last

Its just gone



Repeat (*)



There's know word fore the sadness

There's know poetry inn the pane

There's know color inn the stain ware the tears have fallen

Its gone, its just gone



Its gone, its just gone

Well, its gone